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Post by lafey on Sept 3, 2024 8:20:23 GMT
[ Mission: Serve That Food! ] "You've got to be kidding me." Lafey looked down at her phone containing the mission text with an abject hatred in her eyes. The vile spite of being faced with doing something as lowly as playing a servant was anything but an enjoyable experience. It wasn't like it was an important mission in the grand scheme of things: just another sort of side hustle where you flip burgers or something. Lafey stood in front of one of the restaurants in Paris, eyes locked onto the "Help Wanted" sign near the entrance. "I wasn't aware you doubled as a job searching application, you little demon." The frenchie hissed at the screen of the cackling Earth-chan with a roll of her eyes. It was just a stupid job of cooking food? How hard could it be? "I've done much harder things than this. How hard could it be?"Not ten minutes later and Lafey stormed out of the restaurant in a huff. the interview process, while fairly short, had ended with the owner advising her against being employed there for the time that they needed her. The reason was hard to ascertain but his comments were still the fuel for what her ire filled mind cycled around. She was "not friendly looking enough" and "didn't really match what they were looking for in a candidate." Despite her initial revulsion towards the job, her petty nature now made her more than willing to see this through, solely out of spite. She hid around the corner and went to plan her next action alongside a glass of stolen wine. "I'll show him "friendly looking". I'll draw in this entire town if I have to. But how the hell am I going to do that like this?" Lafey finished off her glass of Parlimente Red and swilled the remnants of the glass in one hand while pacing in place. Breaking down the problem in easy problems in need of solutions, she wasn't going to be able to walk in and get employment in there so easily. So she'd need a disguise or to look somewhat more affable. But how was that possible? Her fingers swiped through her inventory page as her mind swirled around her cranium for an ounce of an idea, eventually stumbling across a skill from a full year ago. That hellish time she was stuck as some blonde bimbo came back vaguely, causing his visible disgust. But then an idea struck her. Lafey stared at the skill and groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "The things I do for points..." |
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Sept 12, 2024 20:14:07 GMT
Post by lafey on Sept 12, 2024 20:14:07 GMT
Lafey walked down the aisle carrying a large tray of food, complete with two orders ready to go. Those awaiting eyes rose to meet her own, blocked only by the blouse she had on, displaying her figure, with a name tag that read “Lisa” who rested next to a slightly opened top and displayed a good amount of cleavage. “Alright, famalams! Here's your order!” Lafey set down the tray of freshly cooked food on top of the table, pink and blue painted fingernails plucking each plate in hand from largest to smallest. Her voice, much like the incident when Earth-chan had forced the makeover onto her, had come in handy in situations such as these, at the cost of both her sanity and self-image. A revered black market dealer such as her, reduced to a girl whose entire vocabulary was the equivalent of a gun barrel to the eardrum. Loud, boisterous and unbecoming of somebody of such prestige as her. The customer wished her well, folding a small crumpled up bill underneath hjs plate as she let out a playful giggle and offered a wink towards the two. “No cap?! Thanks, besties!” Lafey passed by the other people and walked back near the kitchen output where all the food came from. Happy as a clam, the scantily clad blonde leaned over to gaze into the kitchen again with the biggest grin imaginable. An older man who Lafey had talked to earlier would be present, the interviewer from before, now appearing much more content with a more friendly employee. “I'm rizzing ‘em up good, boss! I already hit today's tip quota!”
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Sept 12, 2024 20:14:38 GMT
Post by lafey on Sept 12, 2024 20:14:38 GMT
Lisa was already making a name for herself in the restaurant, gaining the eyes of customers and people walking down the street alike. For whatever reason, people really tended to flock for the idea of a girl too stupid to function but too pretty to end up homeless on the side of the street. Finishing cleaning the table after a large party, she piled things into the waiting tray one after the other. One customer watched her work, the blonde noticing him soon enough with another innocent wave. The man looked up with a flustered look, one that Lafey knew the meaning of. Typical male fantasies.
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Sept 12, 2024 20:15:35 GMT
Post by lafey on Sept 12, 2024 20:15:35 GMT
A part of her had wanted to scowl at the idea of putting up with this kind of treatment for a measly sum of points. What good was a tip when the owner received 98% of it? Still, Earth-chan worked in mysterious ways at times. Maybe they just wanted to see her struggle a little more, or perhaps this was a fast track to getting some well deserved breaks around the game. A lot of players were still well bodied and racing up the ranking in record time. Then there were people in her position, anchored to the bottom. Lafey ducked into the employee restroom for a moment to and locked the door with a click. Some privacy was nice after numerous hours of playing this facade, and it was wearing on her. She needed a drink, no, three drinks, preferably all at once and chased down by an actual meal instead of this shit that Americans called food. “Definitely not doing this again.” Lafey murmured to herself as her actual voice broke through the disguise of the cheerleader, only to quickly get back into character when hearing the boss knock on the door after she had spent five minutes just splashing water on her face and working herself up to continue the shift. “My b, boss! Back and ready to go!”
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Sept 12, 2024 20:16:11 GMT
Post by lafey on Sept 12, 2024 20:16:11 GMT
“Whoa, this is dead ass rough. I didn't know the dinner rush could be grim.” Lisa let out a soft groan while her carrying trays only grew larger in number. One handed freestyle had quickly evolved into using both hands to carry as many dishes as she could in a single trip. Dangerous but definitely the superior option. “I got the expensive ass pasta for big unc.” She said, putting a plate down by the man, “A full chicken platter for the cutie in green~” Careful, Lafey, don't get too excited and knock everything down. “And two orders of the expensive fishy dish that I can't say!” With everything put down and the guests happy, Lisa smiled and blew the table a kiss. “Alright, fam! If you guys need anything, gimme a ring! Hope your food is bussin’!” Shewinked and walked away to fetch the next order and maybe a few drinks of water or something. Who knew walking around could be so draining?
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Sept 12, 2024 20:16:38 GMT
Post by lafey on Sept 12, 2024 20:16:38 GMT
At the end of the shift, Lisa was paid out by the system as she pumped her fist up, smiling brightly at her boss. “Work's done! Thanks so much for the job, boss! You're the CEO of Coolness, lowkey!” She giggled in that Bubbly voice of hers before being sent away. Once she was far away enough from the restaurant, she tapped on her inventory screen and phased back into being Lafey once more. With a solid groan and rubbing her temples, the French woman walked off towards the markets. “I have to get drunk to get that damn voice out of my head.” She mumbled to herself, wondering if there were any places nearby just for that purpose.
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Sept 21, 2024 20:36:19 GMT
Post by Blade on Sept 21, 2024 20:36:19 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] [break] NOTIFICATION [break][break] — MISSION COMPLETE — [break][break] Mission Complete: +15 Points![break][break] lafey:[break] [Silver-ish Ware] [Common] [Material] A lovely set of dining cutlery that has a lustrous silver sheen on them! As long as you don't scratch the paint that is, sometimes it's better to just look on the surface than dig too deep. This is a crafting material for the forge. [attr="class","landtag2"] lafey [googlefont=Poppins][googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://images2.imgbox.com/b3/f4/0gF1p8K1_o.png); background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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